Sense of danger - chapter 10,crisscross.
Thanks for sticking with me, I promise not to leave you hanging too long. I'm not a fan of huge amounts of dialogue but there wasn't another way to do this chapter, sorry!
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"We need your case files on Doyle, everything." Morgan was the first to break the silence, "We need to see his profile, his history so we can work out where he took her."
Easter fingered the edge of the table with his head low before meeting Morgan's gaze, "I don't have access. Doyle was our last case, we were felt to be an ineffective team after I moved the arrest up and Jeremy and Tsia became involved. That was the end we all went back to the agencies we came from, Emily wanted out of the CIA, but it took her a while to actually get out."
Hotch rounded on him, "You left Emily out to dry, you could have told us we would have protected her, you could have told anyone that Doyle was out. Instead you told Emily and let her run herself into the ground with worry and left her wide open for him to pick her off-" he stopped himself aware his voice was gaining volume as his temper gained ground.
"I didn't it was Sean our team leader who contacted her, I told him to leave her alone, let us track Doyle down. He shouldn't have been able to find any of us!" he shouted back.
"It seems Doyle is as skilled in infiltration as your team." came Reid's voice, the only one maintaining an air of calm as the rest of the men allowed the tempers to flare at one another.
Easter nipped the bridge of his nose as he exhaled deeply, "You're saying he had someone working within a government organisation?"
Rossi shrugged his shoulders, "Or someone has a bigger axe to grind against your team or one of it's members than Doyle, and they have access to your teams records."
Hotch paced slowly, he had always done this to help clarify his thought processes, something about the movement tuned out distractions. "Whoever gave Doyle that information made sure he had the most to settle with Emily."
Easter nodded his head in slow agreement, "When I was the team leader, who assigned the agents, and I was the one who fed Doyle false information to try to manipulate him."
"This isn't about Doyle then." Morgan interjected, "It's about Emily, and someone who knew enough about your cases to manipulate Doyle."
Hotch continued his pacing, feeling his pulse rate and anxiety rise as he tried to fight off the feelings of helplessness. He pushed down the memories of racing toward Hayley and Jack. In some ways this this was so much worse, back then he knew where they were and what Foyet intended to do, now they had lost any handle on what was going on here. An enraged terrorist with an axe to grind was much easier to profile than a enraged terrorist being fed false information by an unknown person with an unknown axe to grind shaker Emily Prentiss.
"Why didn't they kill me?" Easter asked aloud.
Morgan snorted, "Believe me, I've been asking myself the same question since you walked in."
Hotch shot Morgan a look, though he could not deny he shared his subordinate's sentiment toward to scruffy English agent.
"They wanted to leave someone behind who suspicion would fall on to? Someone passed that information on, you're the only member of your team left alive." Rossi proposed.
"But you haven't suspected me, not of colluding with Doyle anyway. Whoever set this in motion had a good enough knowledge of profiling to be able tom predict what Doyle would do, as well as access to the trams records." Easter mused.
Hotch tilted his head, "Did Emily have any issues with any if the profilers on your team?"
"No and they're all dead, apart from me." Easter answered shortly.
"Its not unlikely that he killed his informant." Reid told him from his seated position, he remained laid back in his chair, happy to allow the overwhelming power struggle continue above him while picking out and pointing out relevant information.
"No, they profiled from information Emily gave them," Easter shook his head as he spoke, "I'm the only one on the team who knew what went on while she was uncover, that she maintained a romantic involvement with him."
"The pretence of a relationship." Hotch growled through clenched teeth.
"So only a higher up CIA agent could access them?" Morgan asked.
"In case you haven't noticed I don't actually work for the CIA. You guys are obsessed with your own little arrangements. Other countries do operate intelligence operatives internationally you know?"
"So which agency stores the files from Emily's time undercover with Doyle? The British secret service?" Hotch barked, he was fast loosing patience with conversation and jurisdictional guidelines, he just wanted to find her and end this.
"Well yes, Doyle does originate from the United Kingdom you know. That's why I was the lead on his case."
"So maybe you were kept alive so you could give us the information." Rossi proposed.
"What do you mean?"
Hotch stepped in, putting himself between the two men, he wanted to make sure he had Easters full attention since it seemed he was prone to tangental thinking, "They know you can tell us who Doyle is, but no one else on the team could, you were kept alive to stop us looking into who has access to the case files."
"Did she work with any other British profilers in your team? A contact on an assignment?" Rossi pushed.
"No, British profilers are kind of a rare breed." he remarked, seeming pleased with himself.
Reid snorted, "Hardly, for a small island you guys breed them, some of the most famous serial cases ever studied have occurred in Great Britain, Jack the Ripper, Fred West, Mary Black-"
"We didn't have any other UK contacts on the team." he insisted.
Behind him Morgan snorted, "British profilers all all the same, arrogant, exhibitionist, but afraid to get their hands dirty."
"What are you talking about?" Easter shouted.
"Mick Rawson." Reid muttered.
Hotch whirled to face him, "What?"
"Mick Rawson." Morgan repeated, nodding.
"He's British, has a sealed past with the British secret services, and he received an amazing right hook from Prentiss.". Reid informed them.
"He what?" Hotch shouted.
Morgan lowered his head, "It was after the case, the were talking outside, he tried it on, pushed too far, said something, I don't know, she responded appropriately but he flew out with a black eye."
"Why didn't anyone tell me about this?"
"The case was done, Emily, she can handle herself. Rawson deserved it, he'd been cruising that entire case." Morgan defended himself.
"It's possible he already knew about the Doyle case, maybe that wasn't a romantic proposition, maybe he was letting Emily know he'd seen the files."
Rossi nodded his agreement with Easters statement, "I think we need to unseal the files on Mick Rawson."